The Prayer of the Year
Leave me Hope when I am old,
Strip my joys from me,
Let November to the cold
Bare each leafy tree;
Chill my lover, dull my friend,
Only, while I grope
To the dark the silent end,
Leave me Hope!
Blight my bloom when I am old,
Bid my sunlight cease;
If it need be from my hold
Take the hand of Peace.
Leave no springtime memory,
But upon the slope
Of the days that are to be,
Leave me Hope!
~~
Ethelwyn Wetherald (1857-1940)
from The House of the Trees, and other poems, 1895
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Ethelwyn Wetherald biography
"The Prayer of the Year" read by Roger Melin for LibriVox. Courtesy LibriVox Audiobooks.
(Poem begins at 4:58)
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